Crazy Over You ~ Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

10. cold weather

Making sure you're packed, you head outside to meet everyone who is just now packing their bags in the common room. Ghost cleans his knives and wipes down his pistol.

Price informs everyone that we won't arrive until after dark and to prepare for a long, cold ride causing everyone to complain. It was obvious how much everyone disliked long car rides, you did too. 

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You bundled up in a blanket on the car ride, sitting next to Gaz. Thankful you'll have a calm car buddy, you don't find sleeping beside him to be awkward.  

Soap made it hard for you to sleep, though. There was no music playing, but he sang his heart out, annoying everyone along the ride.

"Shut the fuck up, will you, Johnny?" Ghost beckoned.

"Fuck off, mate," Soap retorted.

You rolled your eyes at them arguing, already tired of this shit.

Ghost turned his head back, annoyingly staring at Soap, who mimicked Ghost's thick accent.

"ShUt ThE FuCk Up, JoHnNy!" Soap flinched at Ghost, a poor attempt at joking with the man.

Ghost threw a quick punch at Soap from the passenger seat, Soap then smacked the Lieutenant's hands away. 

You and Gaz look at each other, both unamused.

"Stop the bickering, you fuckin' idiots! Bloody tired of it already!" Price sounded agitated, he must have had to deal with this a lot between those two.  "Not doin' this shit the whole ride."

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Finally arriving after the ride, Soap and Ghost set up the vast tent everyone will be sharing, while Price made a fire. You and Gaz unloaded everyone's belongings, bringing them inside the tent.

The snow crunches underneath your footsteps, snow flying everywhere. You hugged yourself as the cold air hit your face, shivering. "Fuck, it's cold."

You were definitely not used to this type of cold, it had to be below zero degrees. You instantly bundle up with a blanket around you, sitting on top of one of the sleeping bags. Gaz is doing the same, but Soap, Ghost, and Price stay outside keeping the fire fed. 

"I-I can't w-wait to get this m-mission over with," you attempted to speak through shivers.

Gaz was breathing hot air into his blanket and shaking his head 'yes' in agreement. 

Soap shoves his head through the tent entrance, "Fire's goin'. Come get warm, y'guys."

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You sit between Price and Soap, getting as close to the fire as you can. 

"Haven't felt cold like this in a while, huh, boys?" Price chuckled, sucking on his cigar.

"Nah," they all replied in unison. 

"I'll make tea," Ghost said, getting up as he grabbed a kettle and some cups, setting it up over the fire.

Soap nudges your shoulder, "L.T.'s famous tea, lass. He doesn't make it often," Soap smiled, obviously excited.

You smiled, nodding in acknowledgment. "It'll definitely keep me warm."

You hold out your hands, receiving warmth while the boys chatter about past missions they went on. Price talks about one of Soap's injuries, "Don't know how ya made it out alive, mate. Damn glad you're still here. Tough as nails, y'are."

"Aye," Soap chuckled, scratching his head. "Ghost saved my ass, as always, that guy."

You watched everyone through comments, praises, and remarks at each other. You laughed at some of the stories, not wanting to ruin their moment.